You whisper softly into my ear
And lightly brush my skin with your red lips.
The words you say adn the way you touch me
Make me smile for some unexplainable reason.
When you speak my name
It sounds beautiful.
The word rolls, slips, drips off your tongue
And lands on me like a pearl of sweet honey.
And it is so strange that my name seems lovely.
No one has ever told me before that I am beautiful,
Yet when your dark, colorful voice utters this word to me
I become absolutely gorgeous.
Your eyes are so intriguing when you look at me.
They never seem to end.
And the speak to me,
But I doint know what they say exactly.
I understand, though.
Something is said about love.
I think that this is all you shall ever say to me.